Tag: Camaro

i want my camaro back

t-tops, for fuck’s sake, t-tops

all my mixtapes
and getting fingered behind the flats
at play practice

such a fine budding actress

every prom dress i ever had
with the shoes dyed to match

i want a man
reminiscent of mickey rourke on film
in 1987

i want the first shot of bourbon that felt right
and the first joint that took hold

i want the first time i saw the movie halloween

i want to say bloody mary five times
in a darkened bathroom mirror

i want to fear god and voodoo
with equal vim once again

it kept you busy with grand delusions
false hope
scripture
brimstone and jell-o molds

the future ain’t what it used to be, my friend

i’m going to run out in my
’87 Camaro
to the video store

i want to rent a couple of tapes
perhaps an oliver gets stoned film

maybe i’ll stop by camelot and pick up the new prince and cure cassettes while i’m at it

i shouldn’t tempt myself
waldenbooks is right next door

i can’t forget to buy stamps and mail my letters

either way
i have to get back in time to watch
cheers
and thirtysomething

i’m turning my pager off
gonna get drunk on swing-top grolsch beer

i intend to fall asleep reading the new kurt vonnegut novel

my father’s family won’t believe my brother
is dying
of aids

i think the bengals are going all the way
to the superbowl this year